Blaze of gold

October 8th, 2008 by Celeste

My heart is ripped open these days. I am all too aware of my own mortality, of my limits – that which I can not do and those things I will never do. My life is only one. It is not unlimited.

I am aware of the color of the leaves turning this month. Their first blushes of gold and red, how one branch will start before the others, one tree… Continue reading


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Cuttin’ the Rug

September 20th, 2008 by Celeste

Dang, can’t remember when I’ve had so much fun. And damn, fun is good! My body wakes up, and that does good things for my brain.

Willie Nelson gave me a hankerin’ for some country dancin’. (My daughter gave me a CD of him and his buddies doing live duets. Bonnie Raitt, Paul Simon, Emmy Lou Harris, Ray Charles even - his 70th birthday, and they rock out!!)

So I got there… Continue reading


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The route to the well

June 20th, 2008 by Celeste

I’ve always known, and said, that this work of bringing people to the well of eros, is for those who have tasted the well and know the route there.

Then it would be no wonder that business is slow these days. Thank god for my few loyal fans.

I have forgotten the taste of the well. No, that’s not true. I remember the taste, the feel of it, all too acutely. My… Continue reading


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Sunday morning miracles

March 1st, 2008 by Celeste

Something is happening to my heart.Today, visiting my father’s church, I noticed that I actually wanted to be there with him. I noticed that instead of the old people (and his church is 95% old people) being, well – let’s see. It’s not that they have ever felt a bother, or not worth my attention, or even boring. It’s just that the only reason I would ever go, do ever… Continue reading


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The burden of choice

December 30th, 2007 by Celeste

This week feels far removed from my usual life. Though certainly not removed from life itself – an ironic statement for tending to the needs of the living after a loved one has died.

It’s the heart of winter – solstice, the longest night of the year. A few friends gather around a table for sushi and sake. The sushi I help roll, the sake is too much for me… Continue reading


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